Yesterday afternoon my in-laws stopped in to visit. As we sat on the porch sipping our iced tea on a hot muggy day we noticed there were flocks and flocks of swallows swooping and soaring over the yard. The sky was full of them……everywhere.
Every fall, like clockwork, we have cliff swallows migrate through as the weather starts to change. Living by a small river we get to see a lot of different birds on their migration paths in the spring and in the fall. It is one of the most rewarding things about living where we do.
I went out this afternoon hoping to snap a picture of a line full of swallows. They were nowhere to be seen. All that was left sitting on those lines were four of our resident barn swallows. I was grateful they were at least still there, ready to be photographed. I do think I should have taken the camera out yesterday.
I mentioned to my husband that it seemed some of our other summer birds were starting to disappear. I was not even sure when I had last seen a robin. I am guessing a few might show up again this fall but for now they seem to be pretty scarce around here.
It does not seem that long ago that those first swallows and robins showed up to signal the start to summer. I never used to believe my grandparents and later my parents; when they would tell me that the older you get the faster time seems to go. I used to laugh and suggest that maybe the older they got, the slower they moved, so time seemed to go faster. I am going to have to remember to NOT mention the swifter passing of time to my kids. I have no need of being reminded that I am getting older.
There is a comfort in the constancy of the changing seasons. The birds show up in the spring, nest, raise families and then leave in the fall. They don’t worry about what is happening in this world. They just do what birds do. And they seem to do that with great joy.
Perhaps there is a lesson in that constancy for us.( I know there is something I can learn from it.) Perhaps we are not to worry about what the weather will do. Perhaps we are not to worry about who the next president will be. Perhaps we are not to worry about what direction our job is taking. Maybe we are not called to worry if our kids are making good choices. And the list goes on you fill in the blank with your favorite worry.
Maybe, instead, we are supposed to tend our fields and let God take care of the weather, Maybe we are supposed to get out and vote and let God take care of the character of the next president and the decisions they will be called to make. Maybe we are to do the best we can at our job and let God handle how the boss or our co- workers react. Maybe we are called to be the best parents we can be, raise our kids and pray for them and let God take care of the rest as those kids make their life choices. Maybe, just maybe, we are supposed to let God be God.
There is a comfort in that. The comfort of not always having to have it all under control. That can be exhausting. Maybe that is why the birds can sing so joyously in the morning…..they are not burdened with trying to be something they are not, or trying to control something that is not theirs to control.
There is a comfort in knowing that life is like the seasons. The season might change from spring to summer to fall to winter …. but spring will come again and those summer birds will arrive on time.
For some reason this post did not take the path I thought it would when I started it. I have that more often when blogging. Sometimes thoughts I didn’t even know I had seem to come out of my fingertips and end up as the words of my posts.(My husband is always a great help with prying those thoughts loose.)
I am learning to go with the thoughts and just type the words that are swirling in my head…..maybe I am learning to have some bird-like qualities!
Faith is the bird
that feels the light
when the dawn is still dark.
Rabindranath Tagore
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A wonderfully beautiful post. I enjoy the way you put words together in such a natural, conversational way. A sign that you were meant to be a writer! Thank you from Pat.
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Thank you so much Pat! Sometimes I feel like I am rambling so I run it past my husband. He is a pretty wise fella! On this one he said go with it :).
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I think that you have a very bright husband! I write just like I talk and I must admit that it is fun and such a non-restrictive endeavor! Having written for newspapers for seven years and four years while I was in college…this is the first time that I have written without an editor or publisher around the corner! My husband listens, but I tend to start writing really fast (I’ve never forgotten the pressure of deadlines for copy) and I have pressed publish before he has a chance to look! So… I know my stories ramble! However, a really great experience for me!
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I love your stories!!
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Thank you and same to you! I had mentioned your blog to our daughter because she wants us to have chickens…even though she is married and lives in DFW. She just wants to visit our future chickens! Anyway, she is not a blogger, but has been reading your posts…she thinks they are very funny…and interesting because you also have a farm. She really got a kick out of the motorcycle post because of our motorcycles that rarely work right!
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So true, so very true. God will take care tomorrow, rest assured! I must live in today and be mindful of today. The world will still turn even if I don’t worry about it! What a peace evoking post!!
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I have to keep reminding myself of this. It is so good of God to give me those swallows to teach me once again.
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It always amazes me how He sends us simplicity to remind us of His greatness! It’s always the lesson we need the most!
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Nice post grandma, always full of compassion and love the simplicity that’s coming from your writing.
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Thank you so much Nathanael. I do like to “fix” things and think I can control stuff so I am grateful that I am given birds as a reminder that it is not always mine to fix or control.
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I LOVED this! a favorite post with my favorite verses! I agree with every word you wrote and I sure “get” how it came about! I declare we knew each other before!!!
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That has been one of the biggest blessings of blogging—meeting so many new friends who I feel like I have known forever (even without meeting in person!)
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another truth!
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You always lift me up with your sharing and I thank you. Yes, it all goes so fast. And yes, each time I leave my camera behind I see the photo of all photos just waiting for me. Birds are like angles to me… they are pictures of beauty and their wings set them free and they leave me with blessings. You have a talent with your thoughtful words and light heart that come through. Happy weekend.
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Thank you so much! I know exactly what you mean about forgetting the camera and missing the photos of all photos.
You have a blessed weekend also!
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I love this. I love the idea of trying to let go of control and setting down the baskets of worry that tend to pile at our feet.
It seems so easy to get all caught up in the “maybe’s and what if’s.” I’m all for handing those right back over. 🙂
I agree about the seasons. Even if we’re not quite ready to move into the next one, there’s still a peace in knowing they are somewhat predictable.
I love that your post wasn’t quite what it started as. Seems like that is one of the gifts of writing. The mind pauses, and the heart takes over. Love the story of the birds. 🙂
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The birds are also unpredictable around here! Today the cliff swallows were back in abundance. The electric lines were solidly full with birds. Ahh well…..there was more room for my verse on the photo with only 4 birds.
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Bet that was a sight to see. There’s such a grace among wings. 🙂
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Well maybe your post didn’t start out where it ended up but I love the journey it took. I love all your maybes, I think you are on to something here and I think maybe we should heed what you wrote. Maybe God was writing through you and He had something to blog and through your post out came these beautifully, touching thoughts!
I do have one other thing to say though, I’m not ready to let go of summer, it’s my favorite season, so I’ll just believe all those swallows came out to say “hello” to you and “isn’t it a beautiful summer day…enjoy your iced tea, we’ll be back”!! 😉
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So glad you stopped by! I am not ready for the cold snowy winter season either.
It was kind of funny…..yesterday the electrical lines were full of swallows again. Makes me wonder where they went the day I wanted to get a photo of them?? Probably blessing someone else!
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Thanks I’m glad I stopped by too! You have wonderful stories, I must stop by more often, I always enjoy myself here. Perhaps they’re camera shy…;-)
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Lovely post. I don’t know where you were heading but I am glad for the turn.
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I think I might have been heading down the road of just discussing the changing seasons and took a side street :).
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Glad for the detour.
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Oh this is lovely and beautifully conveyed Grandma Faye! I have learnt a lot:
-Let God be God
-Just be the best parents we can; raising the kids and trust God for the rest.
Thanks so much for being an encouragement always
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I am still learning to let God be God. I have a feeling I will be learning and relearning this till the day I go Home.
I spent a lot of years trying to “fix” things when it came to my kids. I finally had to let it go and realize that if I did the job God gave me I could trust Him for the rest. Still learning this lesson also :).
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